It was upon the battlefield of strife, there where wish, woe and will were met with every blow, that the final dragon was sought by someone, he who had decided just what evil is and also how
it should go.

So he journeyed through unknown canyons and valleys filled with want, all the while seeking and ending of what was meant to begin.

Climbing a mountain, he came to a cavern, one he imagined was dark and deep, but instead he found it quite shallow within, not knowing as he entered it, that the caverns heart had become his.

There he found the last dragon of earth cowering alone and in fear. The choice being made, he stood before the scale plated beast, judgement remaining in his mind, and with a final strike, the
journey was complete.

He cut the ruby jewel from between the horned skull, taking one tooth to remember the bravest of knights and the dragons demise.

The home he returned to hailed him as hero, and as he grew old, he saw that the dragons end did nothing to change the lives of men, there was still want and greed, famine and disease.

And it was upon on full moon night that the old hero took the dragons tooth from the box where he had kept it for many years. Walking slowly to his village field he buried it within the sod found
there, that which was of less than fertile ground.

Rain fell, he passed, a season came and went, and what sprouted from the dragons tooth was the end of violence, the swords of knights transformed into spades and scythes. And peace began falling
upon earth as soft as sunlight.